The day that Jeffrey arrives is the day that Skye scrapes her knee in Quigley Woods running to greet him. She slows her pace considerably once he climbs out of the limousine, carrying a guitar case.
"Jeffrey, I thought I told you not to bring any instruments! I go through enough of Batty's music as it is. I don't need to hear any more!"
He shuffles guiltily and looks down before replying.
"Good to see you too, Skye. Uh-"
"I was joking, you moron. Did you honestly think I wouldn't let you bring any instruments? It's not like I'm running a dictatorship."
She rolls her eyes and laughs, and suddenly they're eleven years old again instead of fifteen and sixteen. Everything's okay.
"Let's go inside."
As Jeffrey passes her on his way to the front door, she steps around him and whispers that Batty isn't as bad at playing the piano as she thought she would be.
